Hand in Hand

Nate was big on shaking hands. As many men do, he’d shake hands hello and goodbye, and shake the hand of someone introduced to him for the first time, both men and women. He’d also shake the hands of our children’s friends as they arrived to our home, whether youngsters or teens. He especially liked shaking the hands of his own four sons.

If he saw them first thing in the morning, his greeting was always accompanied by a hand shake. Meeting them at a restaurant? A hand shake. Bumping into them at church? A hand shake. In his view, at no time was it ever inappropriate to shake a hand.

Touching another person with a warm gesture — a pat on the back, a hug, a tap on the arm, a hand shake – though brief is enough to reveal what one person thinks of another. It also makes it easier to move forward into whatever comes next, even if it’s a difficult conversation.

Jesus was a good model of positive touching, never missing a chance to touch someone in need, to heal, encourage, or just be kind. I don’t know if shaking hands was in vogue in Jesus’ day, but being a hands-on person probably meant then what it means today: “I’m interested in you.”

One of the most famous paintings of all time was done on the ceiling of Rome’s Sistine Chapel. Michelangelo’s multi-paneled masterpiece crescendos in the highly-charged image of God reaching toward man in a painting entitled “The Creation of Adam.” The hand-to-hand gesture between them was probably as close to a handshake as people got in the year 1512.

Scripture is another place where potent but helpful hand-touching can be found. For example, the disciple John was given a vision of heaven and told to write down what he saw so the rest of us would have some idea of what it will be like. Jesus had left earth for heaven decades before, so when John saw Jesus in the vision, he was overcome with emotion and went face-to-the-floor.

Jesus bent down and put his right hand on John, a hand-touch that communicated love and acceptance. He urged him not to be afraid but to get up and be ready to write down what he would see. That hand on John gave him the confidence to respond as Jesus asked.

The Lord is all for appropriate touching, and some say we can actually “be his hands” here on earth. Then he takes our human touch and injects his supernatural power into it, causing people to move forward through the tough stuff of life.

I wonder how Jesus will greet us when we arrive in heaven. Handshakes all around? Group hugs? Back pats? Whatever it is, I know we’ll welcome it, “hands-down.”

“When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: ‘Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last.’ ” (Revelation 1:17)

Time-Out

Watching sports on TV has never been an interest of mine, probably because I didn’t take time to learn the rules. I do remember watching the Chicago Blackhawks play hockey and won’t soon forget the fight I saw between two players. A referee quickly intervened, and the result was an official time-out for one of the players. I suppose that’s the NHL’s version of counting to 10, but no one wants to be forced to sit quietly while everyone else is still in the game.

Little children can relate. When mommy says, “Stop that behavior or you’ll have to have a time-out,” a two year old knows she means business. If he continues to disobey, he ends up in the time-out chair. During this confinement, toddlers and hockey players agree: two minutes is an eternity!

Little Jaxon, grandson of my friend Lois, recently found himself in a time-out. Although he cooperated with his sentence, a photo record (taken via Skype) depicts his struggle to wait out the two minutes.

Hockey players, children, and all of us share the frustration of forced time-outs, but believe it or not, God makes good use of them. He doesn’t always use them as discipline (toddler-style) or punishment (hockey-style) but often makes us sit still so he can work at setting up good plans for us. Unfortunately, none of his time-outs fit into two minutes. They’ve been known to last for weeks, months, or even years.

When that happens, it helps if we try to see things from God’s perspective. A seemingly interminable time-out is but a nano-second to him. He works long-range, is a God for the long-haul, and concerns himself with both the long-and-short of our lives.

When we find ourselves in time-out, we can be content if we’ll recognize that leaving too soon means stepping out from under God’s protective guidance about whatever it is we “just can’t wait” for.

We can prematurely terminate our time-out for something as trivial as an impulsive purchase or as serious as choosing the wrong marriage partner. Though staying in the wait-zone longer than two minutes is distasteful, moving forward when all indications are to “stay put” is like eating a beautiful steak before it’s been cooked.

But that’s not all.

When little Jaxon had completed his two minutes, he was given the pleasure of his mommy’s long-awaited time-in, accompanied by a hug and kiss of approval and love. If we bolt out ahead of God, we not only miss out on his plans, we lose the feel-good approval that comes when we hear, “Now is the time.”

When we let him decide our wait is over, all sorts of lovely surprises happen. That’s because while we were sitting in time-out, he was busy setting up the invisible specifics. And when he says, “Time-in!” we can be sure that whatever follows next will be worth the wait.

“The end of a matter is better than its beginning, and patience is better than pride. Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit.” (Ecclesiastes 7:8-9)

Be prepared.

Sleep was hard to come by last night. The forest crickets outside seemed extra loud, and the wall clock was doing a click-click instead of a tick-tick. I tried not to keep checking the glowing-green digital hours as they passed, but if the mind can’t be quieted, the body won’t rest.

When I asked myself, “What are you worried about?” my brain flooded with answers. Of greatest concern was an upcoming trip. Running through a mental check list in the dark, I couldn’t remember if I had or hadn’t tended to certain duties. Had I even written them down? And if so, where were they? Maybe on misplaced Post-it notes?

No one can sleep with a pounding heart, so the only thing to do was get up and make the list. Surely I’d drift off quickly after that, once everything was out of my head and inked on a hard copy.

Traveling produces anxiety for two reasons: (1) worry about forgetting something important (like my passport… again); (2) not having a travel companion to share preparations and second-guess me (formerly Nate).

Some people refuse to go anywhere because of this kind of pre-travel stress. I totally get that. But whether we like to travel or not, there’s one trip all of us will be required to make eventually, the one from this world to the next. When I think of the extensive planning for a journey from one earthly place to another (including mind-wrestling the details during the night), I wonder if I’ve taken the same care with my off-the-earth trip.

Maybe because that seems distant with ample time to prep, I’m not stressed right now. I’ve never lost a night’s sleep worrying about it. But really, why haven’t I?

Christ Jesus will be waiting for me at the other end of that supernatural travel day, so being ready is critical. Scripture says he’ll welcome me with open arms, but it also says he’ll have a few questions for me on topics like idle words, insincere motives, hidden sins. Will I have prepared well enough for all that?

The answer is yes.

The only preparation needed will have been my alignment with Jesus before I stand in front of him, followed by having kept short accounts concerning my sins and faults. Once forgiven, always forgiven, and that’s his rule, not mine.

It’s possible I might lose some more sleep over my upcoming trip, but because I believe the words of the Bible, I know I won’t lose one wink of it wondering if I’ve made adequate preparations for my journey to Jesus.

Jesus… “is able to keep you from stumbling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy.” (Jude 1:24)